You cannot have me You cannot have anyone I am not yours to take Love is not ours to make I am here, in love with you now What more do you want? When will love’s presence be enough, for you to feel satisfied? Should we draw a contract? Should I bind myself to you? Will you be mine by…

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Stephen Arroyo reveals the use of astrology in the counseling arts in his book: Astrology, Psychology, and The Four Elements. Releasing Personal Attachments & Habits Awareness is the first step in creating a real shift, and having an objective perspective along with the assistance of astrology can provide “a detachment from…

Every passing lover holds a secret I wish to find — not for safekeeping, but for a wandering key that opens unknown parts of me. i. The first was Patience. I don’t remember the feeling before I found this peace, but once I let go of you I let go of caring, sleeping in past noon, habits…

Love is like a moringa seed: bitter, with a sweetness that comes in waves, hidden beneath layers of the tongue, forgotten corners of my mouth, shocking then succulent, seeping its way deep into the bloodstream. Moringa, opening like fallen folds of a flower, the solidity of my knowing — what I thought life was like. Harsh bites and bitterness again and again rescued by the warmth that rests in the same space — a natural coexistence.

Here’s an ode to the moments in between, the moments forgotten, the moments marked twain and then some. Every crack of my knuckles, adjustment of my skirt, criss-crossing my legs, wandering eyes, observation. Every click and clack of my keyboard, every second of procrastination, every taste, every breath, idea and word. It all leads into the next and the next. It’s all a part of the dance. Every moment,

How quickly my words manifest Within a days worth of alignment That I must tender this assignment Allowing my heart to swell then rest Allowing distant figures to coalesce Thank you beloved for this time spent Ascending with your encouragement Collecting coins on the divine quest To love with you, loving with me That’s all the gold I’ll ever need Thank you again, once is not enough Mother, Father, All that is worthy With open hands, I receive Make smooth hands when once was rough

Where land meets the sea, that is where I’ll be. Under one bright, most brilliant sun. Creation exposed from filaments of thought. All thinking of a some –somewhere, some there, one some of beauty for wearer’s satisfaction. We are here to be this, be that but nowhere would we rather be than where land meets the sea.